He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

We're children. We're supposed to be childish.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in a way knowing the truth.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.